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An AU, where Wednesday wasn’t healed by Goody after being stabbed by Joseph Crackstone

(rest of this story is posted on my wattpad!)

*For background context*

After helping her win the Poe Cup, Enid had begun to grow an attachment to Wednesday. She had always tried to brush it off, saying it was just a normal friendship attachment feeling, but she knew deep down that it was more than that. Wednesday could feel it too, but would never allow herself to embrace the feeling. The two spent the days leading up to the night of the battle ignoring their feelings towards each-other.

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The dagger comes at Wednesday so quickly that she doesn't have time to recoil or react to Crackstone's sudden motion. "Now burn in the eternal fires of Hell," Crackstone spits in Wednesday's face, his expression darkened with such a deep, evil presence that makes even Wednesday feel taken-aback.

A gasp escapes from Wednesday's lungs as he twists the blade in further. Hot. Burning, no— Seething pain. Excruciating.

Crackstone retracts the blade, causing Wednesday's body to protest; Every alarm sounding in her nervous system that lethal injury has occurred. Panic perks up every goosebump that her body is capable of producing, bile rising to the back of her throat.

Wednesday stumbles back, her spine eventually finding a wall to collapse into. She slides down the wall until she slumps onto the cold floor of the crypt that will soon be known as her final resting place. Black specks begin to cloud Wednesday's vision.

"Sweet dreams, Wednesday!" she hears Thornhill call out, and in that moment Wednesday swears she could kill Thornhill with the anger in her gaze alone, if she wasn't suffering this damnation that is mortality.

Dying doesn't feel nearly as exhilarating as Wednesday had imagined. This feeling is cold, nothing like the sweet embrace she had once pictured. The black specks in her vision are growing as Wednesday begins to think of what this means.

She was meant to be the savior of Nevermore. She was the one to finally piece together the puzzle of all the recent murders, to have found what was hiding at the Gate's mansion, to have the Master of the Hyde revealed. All of it meant nothing now. Thornhill will win. Nevermore will be destroyed, exactly how this pathetic pilgrim envisioned so many years ago. Heat rises up the back of Wednesday's neck and into her face at the thought. She grits her teeth. For a second, the black specks subside.

Wednesday thinks of Eugene. Of how there would be no justice for him. Everything he went through because of her. The heat in her face turns into what feels like a boiling point.

Finally, of all people, Wednesday thinks of Enid. How Wednesday put her through such deception to go to the Gate's mansion with her to look for some sort of evidence. How she put Enid in danger when Tyler tried to chase them out as the Hyde. The memory of Enid leaving Wednesday in their dorm room alone out of anger replays in Wednesday's mind.

The boiling anger spills over, and Wednesday lets out a scream. A shockwave of nerve rushes through her body, and the pain in her abdomen lowers to a manageable level. She stands on shaky legs, letting out another scream as the stab wound begs for mercy from the adrenaline fueling her to get up. She stands fully, giving her lungs time to catch up. It all hits Wednesday at once. The inconsolable rage in every atom of her being.

She picks up her legs, putting one foot in front of the other, the adrenaline flowing at full force. She can feel the blood seeping through her clothes, running down her legs, but in this moment, it doesn't matter. Too many people deserve justice over everything that's happened at this school, and Wednesday fully intends to serve it.

Wednesday breaks out into a sprint, her feet pounding on the ground of the woods in the direction of Nevermore. But something doesn't feel right. She slows down and pauses, trying to make sense of what feels off. Then it hits her — literally. Wednesday is thrown up against a tree by her neck. It's the Hyde. Tyler.

It opens its mouth to let out a growl, but is cut off by the sudden impact of another being slamming into it. The Hyde loses its grasp on Wednesday and she falls, hard, onto the ground beneath them. A shooting pain goes up and around her abdomen. Wednesday lets out a harsh breath. She has to refocus her vision, threatened by the black specks once again, but once it refocuses, Wednesday is shocked by the being that has come to her rescue.

It's not some being, it's a wolf. A werewolf, with pink and blue coloring streaking its fur. Her eyes widen. "Enid?" she whispers, the werewolf meeting her gaze. Enid's eyes soften. In this moment, Wednesday feels a sudden feeling of what she can only describe as comfort. But the feeling is cut short by the memory of the situation they're currently in.

Wednesday looks up to see the Hyde sprinting full force at Enid. "Enid!" Wednesday yells just as the Hyde slams into Enid. The two of them go into a full attack against one another. "Enid..." Wednesday thinks, a sense of worry rising in her chest. As much worry as it brings her, Wednesday knows that Enid can handle this. She has to.

Wednesday hesitates, but finally wills her legs to pick up the sprint again. "I have to get back to the school!" Wednesday yells, hoping Enid understands why she has to flee. She can't think about it, about her. All of the suppressed emotions that've been building between her and Enid are starting to burst at the seams.

"She'll be okay. She has to be," Wednesday whispers to herself as she trudges on towards the school, the black specks threatening once again.

*The scene of Wednesday defeating Crackstone plays out, Wednesday growing paler than her usual from the blood loss, but the adrenaline in her body keeping her strong and upright.*

The entirety of Nevermore students are huddled together in the woods, where Bianca and the other sirens led them. Enid soon meets up with them, in nothing but her pink coat, the only article of clothing that managed to survive the transformation. She's covered in blood, her face cut up from the claws of the Hyde. A hard fight, her first fight, but a fight that she'd won. She was able to escape, leaving Tyler unconscious.

She looks around, looking for the familiar face that had been the reasoning for her wolfing out. "Where's Wednesday?" Enid lets out, unable to hide the concern in her voice. Everybody exchanges glances with one another, but nobody has an answer for her question. That can only mean one thing, right?

Enid lets out a gasp, taking steps back while trying not to think the unthinkable. Tears threaten to fall from her eyes. In that moment, she wanted to collapse onto the ground and cry. "It was all for nothing," she thinks. Just as she feels her knees beginning to fold, something causes her to look up. Her heart skips a beat.

In the shadows of the trees, a shadow emerges. Slowly, the shadow develops features. Two braids, a small but strong frame, and the darkest eyes you could imagine. Wednesday!

Enid quickly runs towards her, knocking her entire body into Wednesday, not caring that she's committing the unthinkable by touching her. Enid gives Wednesday the tightest hug she can muster.

"Enid."

"Wednesday!"

"Ee...n..nid....."

"Wednesday?"

Enid looks up, immediately sensing something is wrong. Then she sees it. Any life that Wednesday could've possibly had in her face prior to today was now gone. Pale couldn't even begin to describe it. Her eyes are no longer their usual cutting darkness. They're glazed over and unable to focus on anything. Her lips are so white they could almost be blue.

"Wednesday? Are you..." Enid starts to question, but her eyes peer down enough to notice how blood-soaked every square inch of fabric on Wednesday's body is. "Oh my god-" she exclaims, her eyes then catching on the rip in the middle of Wednesday's uniform. "Oh my god!" Enid screams, realizing the rip has to be from a knife.

Enid felt Wednesday's weight fully falling into hers, causing Enid's reflex to catch Wednesday by the back of her neck and the bend of her knees. There is no resistance. The entirety of Wednesday's weight is in Enid's arms, with Wednesday now unconscious in Enid's embrace.

"HELP! PLEASE OH MY GOD, HELP!" Enid screams loudly, her voice cracking under the strain.

Yoko and Bianca rush over first, offering to help with the weight of carrying Wednesday, but Enid refuses. Tears were fully streaming down her face at this point. "Please just come with me to take her to the infirmary, PLEASE!" she cries.

Bianca and Yoko share a worried glance with one another, but comply as they begin following Enid in the direction of the school, their hands offering support by resting on Enid's shoulders.

A tired graveyard shift nurse is sitting at the front desk of the infirmary. "Do you kids know what time it is? I'm sure you all just drank too much alcohol as per usual, just go ba—" the nurse stumbles on the end of her sentence the second she finally glances up at the bloodied students standing in front of her. "Ohh... Oh! Oh my. Oh my!" the nurse exclaims while rushing out of her chair and lunging to hit the "Staff Assistance" button on the wall. A bell chirps above, causing a group of four other infirmary workers to rush in.

Enid begins to sob harder than she ever has before. "Please, please help her. I need her to be okay, please help!" Enid sobs so hard she begins to gag.

Two nurses lift Wednesday out of Enid's arms and swiftly onto a gurney. Another nurse quickly moves a trash can to catch the vomit that comes out of Enid's mouth quicker than Enid can even process that she's getting sick.

The repeated motion of retching cause a deep exhaustion to wash over Enid's body, and she grows weak in the knees. "Don't you go out on me too. Here, sit," Nurse 2 commands while pulling a wheelchair behind Enid. Or maybe it's Nurse 3. Enid couldn't tell anymore. Everything has become a blur.

"Is this what shock feels like?" She wonders to herself. Enid notices the room is starting to darken. "Wednesd... wenssd...." Enid tries to call out, but the exhaustion of everything that's happened takes over, pulling her into the darkness.

#wednesday addams #enid sinclair #netflix wednesday #wednesday x enid #wenclair #enid x wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday series #this is long sorry

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THEM 🥺

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Enid’s the type of gf to make Wednesday wear a coat when it’s slightly cold outside.

Wednesday’s the type of gf to pull Enid in closer to her when she notices other people checking Enid out.

Enid’s the type of gf to pack food for Wednesday on outings because she knows Wednesday gets too caught up and forgets to eat at times.

Wednesday’s the type of gf to write deeply worded love letters to express her feelings towards Enid, but crumpling all of them up out of frustration in not being able to put her emotions into words.

Enid’s the type of gf to say, “this song made me think of you.”

Wednesday’s the type of gf to learn to play those songs on her cello for Enid.

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its-a-snood-silly · 6 months

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*Enid, scrolling through TikTok*

Enid: Oh-em-gee Wends, we are totally a golden retriever black cat relationship!

Wednesday: What.. does that even mean

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its-a-snood-silly · 7 months

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It’s midnight at the dorms; Giant strikes of lightning and loud thunder-claps are sounding outside.

Enid: *Whimpers while tossing in bed, tightly holding a pillow around her ears*

Wednesday: *Awakened by the werewolf’s cries*

Wednesday: *Rolls eyes and sighs as she walks over to Enid’s side of the room*

Wednesday: *While sitting on the edge of Enid’s bed* It’s just a storm, Enid. Why the hysterics?

Enid: You try having super-hearing and see how much YOU enjoy thunder! *Whimpers* And plus, storms give me nightmares

Wednesday: *Smirks at the nightmare statement* Fair enough. Shall I stay here?

Enid: *Blushing* ….. Sure, Wends. Please, actually.

Wednesday nods and pulls Enid’s covers over herself. She can feel Enid’s foot slightly resting on her own, but will never admit that she finds the contact comforting.

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its-a-snood-silly · 8 months

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in honor of pride month, I have made another wenclair meme!

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*Enid caring for a sick Wednesday who has a fever of 101.5*

Enid : Wednesday Friday Addams, you WILL take this medicine so help me god!

Wednesday : Spare me, Enid, it’s just a small fever. They didn’t have endless pharmaceuticals at their disposal in the medieval days. If they can handle it, so can I.

Enid : They died, Wednesday. A lot of them died!

Wednesday : *grins* Precisely.

Enid : WEDNESDAY!

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Enid: Wednesday, what are you doing?

Wednesday *laying face down on the floor*: It’s a coping mechanism.

Enid: For what?

Wednesday: Life.

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wednesday x enid snippet 🖤🩷

Wednesday’s POV

We’re walking through the Quad, and Enid is talking her usual nonsense of adolescent cliches. Though the conversation couldn’t be any more mind-numbing, I’ve grown fond of the way her voice sounds when she speaks. As she’s talking, my eye catches a wisp of blonde that’s fallen from the frame of her face. I pick my hand up and brush it lightly out of the way, her face becoming a perfectly un-obstructed view again. My perfect cara mia. Her cheeks burn pink. I can tell this contact has made her flustered. She paused mid-sentence and her eyes are now widened. “Continue,” I say to assure her. She flashes a shy smile, and picks up where she left off, going on about what she refers to as “the latest tea,” though having nothing to do with herbal blends.

#wednesday x enid #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #emma myers #jenna ortega #netflix wednesday #wenclair #wednesday series #wednesday netflix #enid x wednesday

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Wenclair Headcanon 🖤🩷

Wednesday realizes her feelings. Pt. 2

Enid’s POV

I can feel my mouth hanging open, but honestly, I don’t care. THE Wednesday Addams just confessed her feelings for me. My brain feels like it’s spinning with a million thoughts, yet is completely blank all at the same time. My chest feels tight and my cheeks feel hot.

Say something, Enid. Anything.

Why can I not form words right now?

“It would be nice if you could say something right now, Enid.” Wednesday says in a tone that’s way too quiet for her usual demeanor. I’d almost go as far as to say she’s showing some shyness right now.

God, she’s probably feeling totes vulnerable right now, say something you spineless furball!

“I- um… I like you too Wednesday. I have for awhile. I just didn’t ever think you’d feel the same way towards me, so.. I buried it and told myself that I can just work it out with Ajax, but… You’re the only person that truly stays on my mind-“

Really Sinclair, freak-a-zoid much?

“Wait- I uh mean… Um…. I mean, I-“ My palm flies up to my forehead in shame. I can tell I’m nervous from how fast I’m talking. She’s totally going to be weirded out.

“You’re the only thing that stays on my mind as well.” her voice says, her tone a bit more confident this time. I can feel myself blushing. The atmosphere around us feels as though it softens, and just as I sense myself moving closer towards her, the bathroom door flies open. Wednesday instinctively jumps back a couple feet, and I can feel my heart racing as I turn around to see who came in. “What on earth is taking so long? What is going on in here?” Professor Lavinia questions.

Omg… How long have we been in here? Class for sure ended a long time ago.

Before I can even form a sentence, Wednesday has already started. “You’ll have to excuse us, Professor. We got carried away in a debate against the effectiveness of being burned at the stake versus hanged. I’m sure you understand, being a history buff yourself,” she says. Professor Lavinia’s jaw clenches, and in that moment I swear you could visually see her pupils narrow. “Watch it, Miss Addams. Inappropriate wasting of time when you should be in class is not a great way to start off the new school year. You both missed the entirety of the orientation presentation. Go on off to where you’re supposed to be. Now!” Lavinia scolds. I lower my head and follow shortly behind Wednesday on the way out. While we’re walking, a sudden wave of euphoria washes over me, and I can’t help but to add a skip in my walk.

“Sooo…. Where are you off to next?” I ask Wednesday, hoping our schedules for this year line up. She glances at me, and then moves her eyes back to the hallway in front of us. “The main office. I have a meeting with advisory to decide on a focused major,” Wednesday replies. I can’t read her tone this time. “Oh-em-gee, you should totes go for Mortuary Science. It just screams Wednesday so perfectly!” I squeal. Wednesday’s jaw tightens. “Enid, please. Can you take it down a notch?” she says, colder infliction this time. “Sorry.. You’re right. Just kind of feeling giddy. You know, after everything that…. Nevermind. Anyways- Good luck at your meeting roomie! I’ll catch you later!” I say, leaving her with a wink. I notice the slightest upturn in her lips. It makes my stomach flutter. As I turn the other way, I catch a glimpse of Yoko and hurry to catch up with her.

“Hey Yoko! First day going great for you too?” I greet, hoping my manneurisms aren’t more enthusiastic than usual. “Oh, as great as lectures, first-day homework assignments and moody outcasts can be. You’re in a good mood. What’s happening in Enid-ville?” Yoko immediately questions.

Oh hell. Am I THAT obvious?

An uncontrollable smile spreads across my face. “It’s been quite a first day, for sure.”

(aaah i don’t know if this is good, it was a bit more challenging writing from enid’s pov! hope u like, more to come xx)

#wenclair #wednesday series #wednesday netflix #enid x wednesday #wednesday x enid #netflix wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #emma myers #jenna ortega

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Wenclair Headcanon 🖤🩷

Wednesday realizes her feelings. Pt. 1

I lock my gaze in on the textbook sprawled out in front of me, pretending as if I didn’t catch Enid blatantly staring at me. I’m trying to ignore the fact that catching her has resulted in an unfamiliar, warm tingling sensation in my chest. How unsettling. How… Pleasant?

No.

The more I try not to focus on it, the more the words in the book in front of me blur to gibberish. I can feel a stinging of salt forming behind my eyes. The air suddenly feels too thick to breathe in. I go to grab my belongings so I can hurry out before something emerges that gives everyone a show. But the annoyance of being flustered causes my hand to pull too hard, and my textbook clamors down to the floor. If all eyes weren’t on me before, they certainly are now.

“Miss Addams, are you-“ Professor Lavinia starts, but i’m halfway out the door before she can finish. I trudge as fast as I can to the bathroom, my legs feeling like i’m walking through mud. I finally reach the restroom and the second the door swings shut, hurricane Wednesday is released.

What is this? Why is this happening? Why am I unable to hold back these tears, unable to catch my breath? Is this a panic attack? No. I am not an anxious person. This makes no sense. I topple over to the sink and throw an icy splash of water onto my face. The sudden coolness shocks me back to reality. My breath is finally catching. Just as I’m gaining control of myself again, the door swings open.

I look up, and as I lock eyes with the intruder to my moment of weakness, the stinging feeling returns to my eyes.

It’s her. Enid.

I take in a sharp breath of air, “what do you want, Sinclair?” I say coldly, trying not to make eye contact.

“I… um… Professor Lavinia asked for someone to come check on you. I… figured you’d prefer me over someone random. Are you alright?” she stutters.

I bring my gaze up to my reflection. Unable to recognize the being staring back at me. Emotional. Reddened, teary-eyes. Unable to form cohesive thoughts. This situation is absolutely horrifying, and I’m starting to believe i’ve gone mad.

“…..Wednesday?” she says. I realize I’ve been staring at myself for too long and didn’t actually answer her.

“I’m fine, Enid, I just-“ I start, making the mistake of locking eyes with her. Something pulls deep in my stomach at the sight of her. Her eyes are wide, with what I assume is worry. Normally I’m able to deflect any confrontation from those concerned with my feelings. But Enid.. I hate to admit it. But I’ve realized Enid has a way of making it through to the deepest parts of me in a way that’s incomprehensible. As if she’s found a weak point in the barricade i’ve built around my emotional side.

“I’m fine.” I spit out, quickly wiping my eyes and rushing to head out the door. I need air.

Just as I’m about to pass her, she does the unthinkable and grabs my arm. “Wednesday.” she says, a bit more stern inflection in her voice this time. She yanks me so i’m left with no choice but to face her, and I damn her werewolf capability of being physically stronger than her size would lead you to believe. “Touch me again, Sinclair, and. And…” I want to yell, I want to threaten her like I do to anyone who dares lay their hands on me unwillingly. But something makes me stop. My brow furrows at this frustrating conflict.

“Wednesday Addams, I know you’re totally not emotional and act like you don’t care, which is why this moment is so much more worrying for me. You told me that crying solves nothing, yet here you are. Clearly something IS wrong, and I’m not letting you go until you get whatever it is that’s happening off of your chest. Threaten to suffocate me, or cut off my hand, I don’t care. Spill, Addams. I’m serious,” she scolds. I stare harshly at her, and then sigh. I can feel my suppressed feelings starting to boil over, and the need to spew them out is burning in the back of my throat.

“Fine.” I spit, and out comes everything i’ve been trying so hard to avoid speaking aloud. Especially to the one who’s the causation of all this emotional turmoil.

(Pt. 2 will come soon! xx)

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